They have been imprinted in me. They are engraved on my heart. People of all ages, men and women, young, young, graduates, because of my profession, but also because of my involvement with the public, ask me if there is anything. Something to pass. Something to live for. They do not ask for anything absurd. Only one job… "yes whatever". This is what people are asking for. Only one job… that does not exist. And my heart skitters. Because I know. I know what lies behind these five words when you hear them from a fellow human being. Family and personal stories that unfold daily in front of me, and not just stories, are tragedies. That you can not believe them. Each his own martyrdom, his own Cross.
I retrieve from my briefcase the lists that I always note which vacancies exist in the various workplaces. This time the lines I always marked the blanks are empty! What to say now to this man who was hanging from your mouth to say at least something to him. Something pleasant, something that will change his mood, something that will change his sullen style, something to make him more optimistic. Unfortunately nothing! And he "A job, whatever it is"… And you try to give him a little hope.
Fill out applications. Requested Position? Name; Address, telephone, education…? And; And when it appears we will notify you…